The club was still buzzing, lights flashing and music pulsing, but the real fun was about to begin.
Victoria, Sabrina, Evelyn, and Alexis, their laughter light and carefree, leaned toward Darren and Aria with inviting smiles.
"Why don't we head back to our villa? It's where we usually wind down after nights like this," Victoria said smoothly. "Plenty of space, good music, and no crowds."
Sabrina nodded eagerly. "Yeah, you guys have to see it. We've got everything set up for a proper celebration."
Darren exchanged a glance with Aria, who smiled knowingly. "Sounds like a plan."
The group made their way out, stepping into sleek cars waiting nearby. Darren and Aria slipped into the plush interior of the Rolls Royce, feeling the subtle hum of power beneath them as the driver whisked them through the city streets.
Inside the car, the heiresses chatted animatedly, the buzz of drinks still lingering in their voices.
Evelyn turned to Darren with a teasing grin. "Hope you're ready for a real party."
Alexis smirked. "No club could hold a candle to what we have waiting."
Darren smiled, keeping his thoughts carefully guarded. The villa was a perfect place to unwind — and maybe a perfect place to read the room, see what the other elites were really thinking.
When they arrived, the villa rose elegantly against the night sky, lights glowing warmly, music echoing softly from inside.
The doors opened to a space made for nights like these — open rooms, plush seating, a bar stocked with every kind of drink, and a rooftop terrace overlooking the city's glittering skyline.
Laughter and music filled the air as the group settled in, the night stretching out before them.
Darren caught Aria's eye, both silently acknowledging the unspoken plans and games ahead.
Tonight, the party was theirs.